Chapter 1: From Box Office to Office Slut

“Hey Tiger ... I am going to be late tonight. Do not wait for me. Do not worry about finding another job. We will manage as we always do. I will make sure we have an apartment, you just do your job, Tiger ... I know you want to find out what Kingpin is up to. Tell Matt I said hi” Mary Jane said into the phone before hanging up.

She took a deep breath. She could not believe she agreed to do this. But they were late on all their bills, and the landlord would evict them if they missed this payment. She looked down at the shiny silver heels she was wearing. They made her creamy skin spark it seemed. She had worn her best lingerie for this outing. Just this one-time MJ and you can find a better job from there.

She finished by pursing her lips and looking in the mirror. “For Peter” she said to herself in the mirror. She could not believe she was doing this, just two years ago before Peter and her were serious, she was entertaining Box Office movie roles. Now she was asked for a different performance.

She showed up at the Penthouse downtown. She was shaking like a leaf when she approached the front desk of the luxury apartment building.

“I am here to meet, my daddy.” MJ uttered softly trying not to waver. She was instructed to tell the front desk those very words.

“Your Daddy? And who is your Daddy?” The man said with a grin on his face.

“Jonah Jameson” she said looking at the gentleman and then looking behind her because she was afraid of being seen coming here. It would break Peter’s heart in two if he ever found out.

“Yes, go up to the top floor. I will tell him you are on your way up.” The man said as he pointed to the elevator where a man was standing guard.

She approached and the man undid the velvet rope to let her pass into the express elevator. Mary Jane was starting to feel lightheaded and was having second thoughts. The elevator was playing “Smooth Operator” by Sade all the way to the top floor.

She arrived and saw the Foyer of the Penthouse. The elevator dinged and Mary Jane’s jaw dropped. The apartment was luxurious. Mary Jane heels clicked along the marble floors of the Penthouse. She had no idea Jameson was this rich. “Hello, Mr. Jameson are you here?”

“One minute” a gruff voice barked out from the other room. Mary Jane hugged herself as she looked out at the opulent apartment before her.

She only had to wait a couple of moments before Jameson arrived from upstairs. She furrowed her brow as he had obviously just emerged from the shower, he was dressed in a white terrycloth robe.

“Oh, my you look absolutely stunning dear. It is a shame you are married to such a loser and menace as that hoodlum Spider-man” Jameson declared as if pronouncing some judgment. Mary Jane was about to defend her husband but bit her tongue, her pale face did get red.

“Hahahaha! That is right ... good girl. You are going to take it. If you want your man to ever work in this town again you will take it” Jameson harshly declared.

Mary Jane looked like she was about to cry.

“Got it!” Jameson barked again to Mary Jane.

“Yes.” Mary Jane softly responded.

“No, you will refer to me as Daddy from now got it slut?” Jameson barked.

“Yes ... Daddy” Mary Jane blushed hard before softly answering.

“Damn right, you are coming into my house, expecting me to make sure you two can live. Lord knows that cuckold of a husband you have cannot do it.” Jameson rhetorically ranted.

“Please ... He tries hard.” Mary Jane submissively tried to defend her man.

“Really if it was not him conning me to pay for pictures of himself, he could not even contribute to that.” Jameson growled. He was obviously still pissed at finding out he paid for Peter Parker to take pictures of himself.

Jameson looked at Mary Jane and sat down on a couch and motioned to Mary Jane with his hands. “Come here toots, come and sit on my lap”. Mary Jane looked like she was about to lose all color from her face. MJ’s legs wobbled slightly in her tall heels as she slowly clicked towards her tormentor who currently held all the cards.

Mary Jane slowly sat down on the edge of Mr. Jameson’s knee. He promptly snaked his hand around her waist and pulled her right on top of lap.

Mary Jane could feel her pulse quicken as Jameson’s hand rested on her exposed thigh, his fingers lightly tracing patterns against her skin. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling hot under his intense gaze.

“No need to be shy, slut,” Jameson murmured in her ear, his hand moving up and down her leg with more purpose now. “Nice skin ... could be getting put to much better use.” He squeezed her thigh lightly before letting go.

“Like what?” Mary Jane could not help but ask, curious despite her fear of what he might say.

Jameson let out a low chuckle before responding. “Like this.” And with that, he delivered a sharp smack to her ass. MJ let out a yelp of surprise as she instinctively grabbed at the stinging flesh. She turned to look back at him with wide eyes, only for him to correct her again.

“Like what, Daddy,” Jameson growled, clearly enjoying the power he held over Mary Jane.

She bit her lip nervously before responding in a small voice, “Like this ... Daddy.”

Jameson’s hand came down on her ass again, this time harder than before. Mary Jane gasped and squirmed on his lap, trying not to cry out in pain or pleasure or a mix of both.

“That’s right,” Jameson purred into her ear, his free hand coming up to grip the side of MJ’s face and turn it towards him. “You’re going to do everything I say from now on like a good little slut.”

“I-I don’t understand,” Mary Jane stammered as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.

“That’s because you haven’t been taught properly,” Jameson replied coldly. “You see your husband may be Spider-man and all, but he has done nothing for you except make you desperate enough to come crawling back to me for help.”

Mary Jane’s heart ached at the mention of Peter and all the pain his boss was causing her, perhaps she did not think it through. But then she remembered the other part of what Jameson told her, that if she did not find a way to keep Peter working for the Bugle, Jonah was going to send his lawyers after her, for making fake pictures and selling them.

MJ bit her lip as the man’s course hands slid to the inside of her thigh.

Mary Jane’s heart was pounding in her chest as Jameson’s hands continued to roam over her body. She could not believe she had let herself get into this situation, but it was too late to turn back now. Jameson had made it clear that he held all the power, and she was at his mercy.

His rough hands caressed every inch of her skin, leaving a trail of heat and desire in their wake. His fingers traced over the curves of her breasts, teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. Mary Jane could not help but let out a soft moan as his lips trailed down her neck, leaving a hot trail of kisses.

Jameson chuckled against her skin, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on her. “You like that, don’t you slut?” he growled into her ear before nipping at it with his teeth.

Mary Jane could only whimper in response as his hands moved lower, cupping and squeezing her ass through the thin material of her dress. She squirmed on his lap as he pressed himself closer against her, his erection evident against her thigh.

Without warning, Jameson pulled back and grabbed onto the hem of MJ’s dress, lifting it up and over her head in one swift motion. She gasped as she was left sitting on his lap completely naked except for a pair of lacy black panties.

“Much better,” Jameson smirked as he ran his hands over MJ’s exposed body. “You have such a lovely figure ... I can see why Peter is so infatuated with you.”

MJ blushed at the mention of Peter’s name and tried to cover herself with her arms in embarrassment. But Jameson was not having any of that and he roughly grabbed onto both wrists, pinning them above MJ’s head.

“No need to be shy now,” he said with a dark glint in his eyes. “I’ve seen it all before and I must say, you’re just as beautiful as I’d imagine you be.

Jameson’s rough hands slid down MJ’s stomach, causing her to shiver in anticipation. His fingers traced the outline of her panties before dipping inside and feeling how wet she was already.

“Mmm, so eager for me,” Jameson said with a smirk as he pulled MJ’s panties down and tossed them aside. “I bet you’ve been fantasizing about this for a while now.”

MJ could only nod, unable to form words as Jameson’s fingers began to stroke her folds. She moaned as he found her sensitive clit and circled it with his thumb, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

“I can’t believe how wet you are,” Jameson said in a low voice, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on her. “You’re practically dripping.”

Before MJ could respond, Jameson leaned in and captured her lips in a deep kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue and it only made her more aroused. While their tongues danced together, Jameson continued to stimulate her clit until she was writhing on his lap. MJ began to mewl and moan for Jameson who loved the power of the sexy woman.

“Come for me,” he whispered against her lips before nibbling on them lightly.

With one final stroke of his fingers, MJ could not hold back any longer. Her body convulsed as she reached climax, moaning loudly into Jameson’s mouth. He held onto her tightly as she rode out the waves of pleasure before finally collapsing against him.

Jameson chuckled and pulled back, admiring the flushed look on MJ’s face. “That was just a taste of what I can do to you,” he said with a devious grin.

MJ could not help but feel a mix of shame and desire as Jameson cleaned up their mess with a handkerchief before tossing it aside like it was nothing.

“Now that you’ve experienced my touch, I’m sure you’ll be begging for more,” he said confidently.

But MJ knew that this was not what she wanted. She wanted Peter, the man she loved and who loved her. That is why she was here.

“Take off your panties we are going upstairs, oh but leave the shoes.” Jameson barked out, the man was used to giving orders and being in charge.

Upstairs.

MJ followed Jameson upstairs her body still quickened by the fingerfucking she just received. She stopped to admire the room, it was luxurious to say the least and the view was second to none. She was so distracted she literally let out an excited gasp at seeing Jameson naked. He was hung. Holy cow did he pack some heat MJ said. MJ was not really a size queen like most women she preferred them smaller. But a part of her was excited, the part that did not care who was delivering the goods.

As soon as they entered the bedroom, Jameson wasted no time in giving MJ another order. “On all fours, now,” he commanded, pointing to the bed.

MJ quickly complied, her heart racing with excitement and a little bit of fear. She had never been with a man like Jameson before and did not know what to expect. But she was also intrigued and could not deny the arousal she felt.

“Now wiggle for me,” Jameson said with a smirk as he stood behind her.

MJ’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she followed his orders, wiggling her hips and ass in front of him. She could feel his eyes on her, drinking in the sight of her naked body bent over for him.

But then Jameson was behind her, his hands gripping her hips tightly before thrusting into her hard and fast. MJ let out a gasp at the sudden intrusion, but it quickly turned into a moan as she felt Jameson fill her completely.

He pounded into her mercilessly, his hips slapping against hers with each thrust. MJ gripped onto the sheets tightly as he fucked her relentlessly, overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body.

She could not believe how good it felt to have Jameson inside of her. His size may have intimidated her at first but now she craved every inch of him, begging for more with each moan and whimper that escaped from her lips.

“Harder,” she begged, surprising herself with how much she wanted this savage fucking from Jameson.

He obliged willingly, picking up his pace and pulling back on MJ’s hair to expose more of her neck. She arched into him even more, loving every second of this wild encounter between them.

“Fuck me harder Daddy,” MJ cried out without inhibition as she reached climax once again. Her walls tightened around him as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure while Jameson continued to pound into her until he too reached his own release.

They collapsed onto the bed, but he was still hard. “Don’t worry slut I took my pills before our encounter; I tolerate no slackers.” MJ unintentionally moaned at Jameson’s words.

As soon as they caught their breath, Jameson flipped MJ onto her back. She looked up at him with a mix of anticipation and desire, knowing that he was about to take her pleasure to a whole new level.

He positioned himself between her legs and plunged into her once again, causing MJ to let out a loud moan. Her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck as he started thrusting into her with an intensity that left her breathless.

Jameson’s movements were calculated and precise as he expertly hit all the right spots inside of MJ. She could not help but lose herself in the pleasure, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through her body.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” MJ moaned out, unable to contain herself any longer. She had never felt such intense pleasure before and it was all thanks to Jameson’s skilled movements.

He growled in response, increasing his pace even more as he chased his own release. MJ could feel herself getting closer and closer with each passing moment, her arousal building up to an unbearable peak.

And then she exploded, letting out a loud gasp as she squirted all over Jameson’s cock. He did not stop though, continuing to pound into her until she was screaming from pure pleasure.

“I love it,” she cried out incoherently as she rode out the intense orgasm that ripped through her body. Jameson’s relentless fucking only added fuel to the fire, prolonging the incredible sensation for both.

MJ could feel herself reaching another climax when Jameson suddenly pulled out and flipped her onto all fours once again. He entered her from behind without warning, hitting just the right spot that sent shockwaves through MJ’s body.

She moaned loudly as he fucked her from behind, not caring who heard or what they thought. All that mattered was this intense connection between them and the mind-blowing pleasure that came with it.

As their bodies moved in perfect sync, MJ could not help but feel an overwhelming sense of connection with Jameson. She had never experienced anything like this before - the raw, unbridled passion that flowed between them. It was as if they were two halves of a whole, their bodies perfectly intertwined and in harmony.

As Jameson continued to fuck her from behind, MJ could feel herself reaching another climax. She let out a guttural moan, her body shuddering with every powerful thrust that sent her closer to the edge.

“Fuck me, daddy,” she pleaded, her voice hoarse with desire. “I need you to make me come again.”

Jameson wasted no time, increasing his pace until he was fucking into her with an almost brutal intensity. MJ cried out, her orgasm building quickly as her body quivered beneath his. Finally, she exploded once again, her walls clenching around Jameson’s cock as she let out a curdling scream of approval.

The next morning...

“No Tiger ... I got asked to do another shoot. Look, it is going to be ok. I will call the landlord. They agreed to advance the money. We will be fine.” MJ said on the phone. The scene looked peculiar on the other side. MJ was calling her husband on her back with her legs sprawled open, Jameson’s cum was pouring out of her sex. She looked thoroughly exhausted and glowing.

“Taken care of good. We have a long day ahead of us. Do not worry, that was not a lie. I already called the landlord to pay your rent.” Jameson said. The man was an Alpha as most would say applying the term wrongly, but the wrong term totally applied to Jameson, he was domineering in the truest sense of the word.

“Thank you, Daddy” MJ said with a beaming smile on her face. Fuck he had her gushing.

A couple of hours later...

Jameson ordered MJ to take a shower, that they had a long day ahead of them. A short time later they were eating the room service the Condominiums provided. As MJ ate the most delicious meal, she had in her life she listened to her conqueror lay out more terms of her surrender.

“No Mary Jane, I cannot trust you two to make good on your life, and I cannot keep producing elaborate solutions to bail you out when you get over your head. Every instinct and desire in my bone wants to fire your man on the spot and sue you into oblivion.” Jameson said. MJ just listened slightly frightened that he would still do it.

“But that would be a waste, and I intend to have my fun. No, just to show you I am not a total jerk, I am going to employ your man, but he is never going to be a photographer for the The Daily Bugle again.” Jameson informed MJ.

“But if-” MJ tried to respond but stopped when Jameson put his hand out and continued.

“He is going to work for a lifestyle publication on the other end of town. The hours are very flexible, and it will not have him going into danger. Besides cucks like him need to know how to cook.” Jameson said laughing callously at his own joke. MJ stifled a giggle and then felt immediately guilty.

“And you will come work for me, you are going to be my new assistant. “Jameson said as if he was telling her rather than offering her.

“But I have a modelling career.” MJ pouted out, she meant to make it sound more assertive, but it came out entirely wrong.

“Really when was your last shoot?” Jameson said.

“Three weeks ago,” MJ lied.

“Try a year and half, I do not count that one for the local volunteer shelter.” Jameson said mocking the volunteer photo shoot for Aunt May’s shelter.

“Do this and you two will not have to worry about where you will lay your head. Your man will have a job, and you will both have ‘Job Security’. Jameson said swaying his head enthusiastically to the point where he made air quotes when he mentioned Job Security.

“But ... Mr. Jameson, I am married. I ... I ... don’t know...” Mary Jane furrowed her brow as the feeling of loyalty to Peter was starting to really contest this idea.

“I know. You are married, and as a kept woman, it is up to the man to keep you that way. A real man provides Janey girl, and a real man does not have his girl pay the bills. A real man does not have the man that just fucked his wife buy her an entire new wardrobe, employ her, and pay his rent because he is not able to.” Jameson said in a tone of disgust when referring to Peter. MJ stood shell shocked as Jameson laid it down for her.

“Now enough of this unpleasant talk about that cretin. I intend to show you a true night on the town MJ. First Stop Fifth Avenue. If you are going to be my assistant, you are going to look classy the whole nine yards” he said. MJ smiled silently. She did think it was humorous that Jameson talked like a journalist from the bullpen from the nineteen fifties.